“THE ONLY WAY!” a poem. a.k.a.: “The Savior Who Never Came!” Sunday: 05/20/2018.
THE ONLY WAY a poem. 05/20/2018 Sunday a.k.a. : “THE SAVIOR WHO NEVER CAME!”
We waited, waited LONG (so long) expecting-your-arrival,
OUR SAVIOR, whom we trusted: The Key to Our Survival!
As days and weeks and months went by, our resolutions wavered,
“Why?” we asked; “Oh, why, so long?” Our tears we often savored,
Waiting for your fine return, THE YEARS BETRAYED OUR MASTER!
The love we THOUGHT (s)he had for us – was FALSE; we faced disaster!
As generations pushed on by, the sacred, written promise –
Of Love and Joy and Peace DID FADE! And, now, it was Good Thomas,
The Doubtful One, we had become, for when “the signs dry up,”
THERE’S ONLY DOUBT – SO, we don’t “look” – and long ago, the cup /
Of salvation, peace and hope –
WAS LOST! SO SHALL WE MERELY COPE?
With every day existence? Our gray and mundane lives?
We now do share, and we don’t care (pause) that we live in hives!
And seldom exchange glances – no hope, no joy, no Love –
We simply gave up – on that waiting (pause) ABANDONED FROM ABOVE!
Our strategy? as time trudged on – was: GLORIFY THIS PLACE!
Make it Heaven, here on Earth – LIFT its weary face!
And so – it meant developing – sacred – TECHNO-LOGY,
And medical procedures – to conquer chemistry!
We build us palaces and shrines, to-surpass ALL ever made,
With energy, beyond compare – A World-ly Up-Grade!
SO, COMFORT AND EFFICIENCY AND “PAST TIMES” ARE DIVINE!
And, now, success is measured – by how much we call: “MINE!”
Yet, hidden (a)-midst-our-luxury, a Sprite called Peace & Hope, Emerged, as from a Black Hole, observing how we’d cope!
With Imagining-We-Had-Abandoned-Lives; For, Love is TRULY known,
By how much love you have in you – When “NO ONE’S ON THE PHONE!”
But, SOMEONE’S A L W A Y S LISTENING AND WATCHING HOW THINGS GO,
To-determine IF YOUR LOVE IS TRUE AND WHAT YOUR SEEDS WILL GROW!
“The ONLY way to determine IF you REALLY love me is – for me to disappear and see what you do next!” The Mystic POEt